George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917.
Sara Teasdale
Spring in War-Time
I
The faint, far scent of bud and leaf
Oh, how can spring take heart to come
To a world in grief,
Deep grief?
Later the evening star grows bright—
How can the daylight linger on
For men to fight,
Still fight?
Soon it will rise and blow in waves—
How can it have the heart to sway
Over the graves,
New graves?
The apple-blooms will shed their breath—
But what of all the lovers now
Parted by Death,
Grey Death?